Le Cheval Blanc Randheli belongs to the LVMH Group of luxury brands, you can find an oasis of privacy, elegance, contemporary architecture and hospitality as an art form. The Villas are designed to give you the impression you are alone in pradise, while the staff makes every effort to look after your wellbeing on the highest level ...
The reflecting pool at the Met expresses pure tranquility to me and every time I visit the museum, I have to spend some time there. While my mom was visiting New York we made sure to go to the museum right after it opened.
A wonderful Monday morning everyone, I hope you enjoyed the weekend and are strengthened for the week ahead ! I am contemplating - am I really ready for the routine?
“There's nothing wrong with enjoying looking at the surface of the ocean itself, except that when you finally see what goes on underwater, you realize that you've been missing the whole point of the ocean.
While I am writing on my post I am sitting with still wet hair, in a bathrobe with a breathtaking view behind my laptop over the turquoise bay and full of the most incredible memories I was able to collect this morning with my best diving buddies, ...
My eyes are never tired of watching the colors change, the ocean expanding towards the horizon and the gently curling of the waves onto the shore. Patiently they roll the bigger corals and shells until they split and mix with the fine sand. One is never too grown up not to search for treasures, like the perfect shell or the eventual beach glass ...
For many years I had a grudge against New York.
Mainly because we had to visit with the kids being small and I thoroughly believe it is a city for grown ups. Since last fall I fell in love with her again and find her amazing, always changing, never resting, challenging and demanding. All attributes I am open to and so here is my view of New York in B&W, which I love, by the way...
The High Line is an elevated freight rail line transformed into a public park on Manhattan’s West Side. It runs from Gansevoort Street in the Meatpacking District - last photo on the post - to West 34th Street, between 10th and 12th Avenues and is 2,5 km long.
My mom is here visiting from Vienna and I couldn't be happier, but apparently the weather felt otherwise and decided to honor us with a real, torrential New York downpour today.
“You will begin to touch heaven, Jonathan, in the moment that you touch perfect speed.
And that isn’t flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light.
Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn’t have limits.
Perfect speed, my son, is being there.”
